Like the tips of note taking pencils, the recent days have been growing duller and duller with each fleeting moment. Not even a few ripples of ruckus or clamor have dared to interrupt the placidity of this month. It's been relaxing, yes, but even relaxation grows stale, given enough time. Honestly, what I would give for some kind of commotion. Some kind of brouhaha about an upcoming event would be welcomed!
But alas, no hullabaloo looms over the horizon, and I'm far too uninspired to initiate anything on my own at the moment. These days are gray, and the air is thick with unintrigued sighs. What thick atmosphere weighs down even my airy demeanor; All I've done recently is daydream.